"I say, Doc, old boy," said the Tennessee Shad; "bring out the souvenir set, too, will you, like a good fellow?"
"Wait till I get this out," said Macnooder, who, after much rummaging, puffed back with a blue-and-white set which he ranged on the floor.
"How's that appeal to you?" he said with a flourish of his hand. "Good condition, too; only the soap dish has a nick. You can have it for two-fifty."
But Dink had no eyes for the commonplace.
"Could I see the other," he said, "before I decide?"
Macnooder appeared loth to exert himself to no purpose.
"You wouldn't cotton to it, bub," he said, with a shake of his head.
"I'm not so sure about that," said the Tennessee Shad. "This chap's no bottle baby; he's more of a sport than you think. I'll bet you he's got a few swagger trophies, in the line of signs, himself."
"I've got two or three might strike your fancy," said Dink with a reckless look.
"Come on, Doc, don't be so infernally lazy. You're the deuce of a salesman. Out with the crockery."